The Alpha's Rejected Heir Novels & Stories

“Was it not the Northern Alpha that killed your father?” “My father chose that duel,” I said, my patience thinning though my voice remained measured. “He was not dragged into it so do not drag my son into it” Another elder folded his arms. “You speak as though you forgive it.. do you know the implications an...” I inhaled slowly. “I speak as Alpha who understands that pride kills faster than claws.” That earned a ripple of reaction to the point the eldest among them tapped his ring against the stone. “Let us address the imprint directly. What does this mean for succession?”

a voice drawled, dripping with condescension. Kael stiffened as Darius Krown stepped into their path. Darius was a mountain of a man, an Alpha whose reputation for ruthlessness was only matched by his appetite for scandal. He held a glass of scotch in one hand, his eyes raking over Kael with a look of pure disdain.

“He is worth millions, Alpha.” My eyes narrowed dangerously. “Are you insane? You expect me to pay the value of over five hundred slaves for one mouthy bastard?” The trader quickly bowed lower. “This one is different, my lord.” My gaze hardened. “How?” The trader looked around nervously before lowering his voice. “He carries a rare gift, Alpha. One almost unheard of in our kind.” I folded my arms across my chest. “What gift?” The trader lifted his trembling eyes and said quietly: “He can bear children.”

“I have something to tell you” Alpha Seven managed to say. Alpha Seven is the heir to the throne of the Alpha, Alpha Cloud of the undefeated wolves. Right there, at night time, he laid gently in the garden with his hands behind his head and his lover, Hazel, lying peacefully on his chest as they watched the stars together.

She was blaming me for returning because Hezekiah should be the next Alpha. Desmond said before that Sander was the only heir of the House of Verlice and the next Alpha of the Rising Diamond pack. He never changed his successor even from the time we were gone for two years. How could she ever accuse me like that when Desmond was very clear to her in the first place? She was blinded by greed and jealousy. She wanted Desmond yet she could not have him. Now, she was doing anything to cause more damage here in Desmond's pack. For certain, Desmond was not going to spare her anymore.

He is pleased that I can still do the problematic tasks well. I know my father loves me very much. If I hadn't lost my wolf soul, the position of inheritance would definitely be mine. But even though I had lost my wolf soul, my father hesitated, not depriving me of the rights I was entitled to. Perhaps he still hopes that I can be his heir to the position of Alpha.

He had the most captivating eyes. I knew that face. Everyone in the Northern territories knew that face. Kael Draven. Heir to the Draven bloodline. Son of the Alpha king himself. And apparently, my mate. “No,” he breathed, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “This can’t be possible.” His words demoralized me. He was going to reject me. And I knew the excruciating pain that a rejection brought. Of course, it was not possible. I was a nobody. Less than a nobody. A condemned witch who would be dead by sunrise, while he was….

“Alpha Darnell?” “Your parents must have sold their lands to him..” “Yes..” “To stop any uprising, to kill the pack bond with the alpha bloods….he kills the alpha. He only picks the lands where there isn’t an alpha born line of succession.” Why didn’t I know this, why was Alma only telling us this now. “Well I’m an alpha born, I’m the heir.” “That wouldn’t have been made apparent to him. I’m afraid your parents signed their own death

The Alpha was seated in his office, perusing a document with an angled brow Then he turned to his Beta who stood next to him with a stern look. "Does Hell Hound Pack think I'm some numbskull or what?" "Alpha, their newly enthroned Alpha is a pain in the ass to his own people. He's the son of his father's personal maid. He killed his father and every other royal relative to succeed the throne," Alpha Killian scoffed, "And so? He's just a small fry before me. A mere 14th-ranked pack dares to tinker with a contract after I took pity on them?" He emitted a dry but scary laugh.

He wouldn't take nonsense because he has zero tolerance for it. “That you reject Amelia and leave her to fate. Whether she survived the rejection or not, that's her fate because we cannot jeopardize the fate of the royal family and the pack as a whole because someone might not survive a rejection” Alpha Stone explained. Alpha Kasper's lips hived up with a smirk. Those elders think he is a toy that they can play with? Even if he intends to reject her, for now, he wouldn't. He wants to play around with her first.